Chapter 15
D ANIEL COULDN’T TEAR his eyes off Brantley as he brought the phone to his ear and answered. He was resting back against the wall, watching him with eyes laden with lust and a hand down his shorts, stroking himself.
“Daniel?”
“Were you expecting someone else?” he asked Jordan, his ex-professor and Brantley’s friend.
“Considering I called Brantley’s phone, I’m pretty sure you’re aware of who I expected.”
Brantley was now shoving his shorts back down. Yes. There’s the bold professor I remember.
“And you’re smart enough to know that if he wasn’t answering, he was otherwise”—a rumble came out of his throat when Brantley’s pants hit the floor—“busy.”
“Listen here, you little shit?—”
Daniel couldn’t help but laugh at Jordan’s tone.
The irony was too humorous not to find that comment amusing.
Everyone at UCF had known that Jordan Devaney was something of a child prodigy, and that meant that Daniel wasn’t that much younger than his former history professor.
He could also remember quite vividly how flustered Jordan would get in class when he was upset.
So he could almost picture him with his hands on his hips and his chin tilted up in a pissy manner.
“I don’t care how big and fancy a lawyer you are up in Chicago. Or how ridiculously fine you got since you left. If you hurt him, Daniel Finley, I will hunt you down and have your perfect balls for breakfast, you got that?”
There were several backhanded compliments in there somewhere, but Daniel was too busy trying to keep some of the blood in his head while Brantley stood across the room from him fucking his hand.
His eyes were glued to Daniel, and his hair had flopped forward and was sticking to the sides of his face as he continued to masturbate in the middle of his living room.
Daniel reached down to adjust his own hard-on and then returned his attention to the voice at the other end of the line.
“Hellooo?”
“I’m here,” he managed, and when he cleared his throat, he caught Brantley’s smirk. He’d goddamn smirked at him. And his greedy eyes were practically daring him to come closer.
Ohhh , so that’s how it was? Well, two can play that game. He walked back over to stand in front of Brantley and dropped his gaze to the swollen cock in his fist.
“You see, Jordan, I was trying to work out a polite way to tell you the only person who’ll be having my balls for breakfast is your friend.
But he’s too busy trying to make them blue, so can we maybe have this conversation in, say…
five or ten minutes, after I teach my ex -teacher not to try my patience? ”
“Well, excuse me. Didn’t you grow up to be a cocky one.”
Daniel knocked Brantley’s hands away and then took over the job of stroking him. As his professor’s lips parted, Daniel said into the phone, “You have no idea. Now, be a good friend, would you, and give us at least ten minutes to finish our morning exercise before you call back.”
With that, he hit end and slammed his mouth down on Brantley’s.
brANTLEY GRABBED DANIEL’S face and speared his tongue inside those trouble-talking lips. The fingers around his cock tightened and then began to work him. Up and down, that dexterous hand moved, and he couldn’t stop himself from fucking it.
He wasn’t sure how he’d waited for Daniel to cross over to him, but when he’d taken him back in his hand, Brantley had been positive he was going to come with Jordan right there on the other end of the phone.
Between the cocksure swagger, the arrogant eyes, and that commanding tone Daniel had used, Brantley was surprised he hadn’t lost it the minute the threat of teaching him a lesson had been issued.
Damn, he was glad he’d been able to wait though. Daniel had just slipped the phone into his pocket and was now hiking his left thigh up Brantley’s leg so he could grind his pelvis against him like he was balls-deep inside him.
Brantley clutched his shoulders tight and thrust his hips as hard as he could against Daniel, and when he raised his head and said, “Do it. I’m becoming addicted to watching your face when you come all over me,” nothing was going to hold him back.
He came in a sticky mess all over Daniel’s naked abdomen, and as his leg was slowly lowered back to the ground, Daniel stepped in to press their bodies together in a deliciously dirty body rub.
Brantley sucked in a breath at the fierce desire shimmering in the depths of Daniel’s eyes. “What—” He paused when Daniel’s hands went to the wall on either side of his head. Shit, he was so overwhelming like this. “What about you? That’s twice now.”
“Believe me, I know. But I think I’m going to wait.”
“Wait?” Brantley asked.
“Yes. I want to do something I never could back then…”
“And that would be?”
Daniel grinned, and Brantley thought his knees might give out.
“I want to take you to dinner. Shocking, I know, but it seems the gentlemanly thing to do, since I have you standing here naked. It’s something we never did when I was your student.
And the entire time we’re eating, you’ll know that I’m sitting opposite you, thinking about how fucking good it’s going to feel when I bring you back here and finally come inside you. ”
Brantley took in a shuddering breath, but Daniel wasn’t finished solidifying his role as his every waking fantasy, because he then added in the most arrogant tone Brantley had ever heard, “And I promise you, by then, my dick is going to be so hard for you, professor, that you’ll be lucky if I let you get past the front door and into a bed before I have it in you. ”
Goddamn , that little speech had his hands shaking and his cock already showing signs of interest— again .
When Daniel dug the phone out of his pocket and held it out to Brantley, he looked down between them and asked, “Excited?”
Brantley went to take the phone and told him just as boldly, “Eager.”
Daniel didn’t immediately let go, and instead kept their eyes locked as he gave an indecent smile. “Eager for which part?”
As he plucked the phone from Daniel’s grasp, Brantley brushed past him and headed toward the en suite to shower.
“To see if your cock lives up to that filthy mouth you still have. For now, though, you can use the main shower to clean up. But Finn,” he called out, and looked back to see Daniel watching him. “Don’t get too clean, hmm?”
AFTER A SHOWER and a shave, Daniel found Brantley seated out on the deck with a carafe of orange juice, milk, two bowls, and a box of Honey Nut Cheerios. Ahh, his favorite. He had to admit that it was nice to be around someone who knew him almost as well as he knew himself.
He pulled up a seat and sat in the shade of the umbrella.
Brantley was also freshly shaven, and was put back together in pristine condition.
One wouldn’t have ever known that the refined man currently reading the newspaper had dry-humped Daniel until he’d climaxed a little over thirty minutes ago, and that was a secret he had always loved knowing.
That he could make Brantley Hayes lose his cool.
That had never gotten old, and it still gave him a thrill.
He remembered how he’d felt every time he’d stepped into class and seen his professor standing behind the podium, giving a lecture.
That intense arousal mixed with pride— and yeah , a healthy dose of possession, because he knew what his teacher was like when he got home and took those tailored dress pants and preppy sweaters off.
“Stop staring at me and pour your cereal, Finn.”
“I like staring at you,” Daniel said as he reached for the box. “Always have.”
Brantley lowered one corner of the newspaper and raised an eyebrow. “Yes. I seem to remember that preoccupation of yours. That’s what got us into trouble the first time.”
As he filled his bowl, Daniel winked and then picked the milk up. “Don’t lie. That was my shorts.”
“You’re probably right. They really were indecent.”
“Bet you’re wishing I still had them, though, aren’t you?”
Brantley scoffed and went back to reading. “Shut up and eat, would you?”
Daniel shoveled a spoonful of Cheerios in his mouth, and when Brantley reached for his orange juice and took a sip, he remembered to ask, “Oh, did you call Posh Spice back?”
Brantley coughed, and it sounded as if he were choking, but he managed to swallow the juice and then ask, “ Who? ”
Daniel waggled his eyebrows and sat back in his chair. “Professor Jordan Devaney—a.k.a. Posh Spice.”
As Brantley’s eyes widened, Daniel finished his mouthful and then pointed with his spoon. “That’s what Derek and I called him through college.”
Brantley’s slack jaw was comical as his mouth moved like he was trying to form words but nothing was coming out.
“You know—the flashy clothes, the attitude, that awesome swing he has to his hips.”
Finally over his shock, Brantley folded the newspaper and placed it on the table. “And dare I ask what you called me?”
Daniel licked his lower lip and looked over the top of his sunglasses. “Oh, you had many names in my head, but none I was going to share with Derek. From memory, though, he always referred to you as Professor Hottie .”
“He did not.”
“Yep. He did.” Daniel sat back, finished with his cereal, and raised his orange juice to his lips. “What about you two? Don’t tell me you didn’t talk about us, because I won’t believe you.”
Brantley shrugged. “We may have.”
“See,” Daniel said. “Spill.”
“He used to call Derek He-Man. Still does.”
“Well, it’s certainly fitting with his line of work. But I’m not sure he’d enjoy the comparison.”
“Doesn’t really matter. It’s not like Jordan would ever be caught dead setting foot into a gym like Pearson’s. He’s more the yoga type than the bench-press type. Though he has complained recently he’d like to have abs like Ryan Reynolds.”
“See? Maybe Jordan needs a little Derek in him,” Daniel said with a wink.
When Brantley threw his napkin at him, he held his hands up.
“I meant in his life, of course.”
“Of course.”